Kenan Pushes Too Far
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Morning Mischief
Y/N was typing away at her laptop, the familiar hum of her morning routine keeping her grounded. Rosé was casually flipping through her phone on the couch, while Duru was scrolling through a delivery app, debating what to order for lunch. Everything was peacefulâuntil Kenan entered the apartment.
With his usual cheeky grin and boundless energy, Kenan strode into the living room like he owned the place. His eyes immediately zeroed in on Y/N at the dining table.
"There she is, my hardworking Princess," he said loudly, plopping into the seat beside her.
Y/N barely glanced up, muttering,
"Good morning, Kenan."
"Is it, though?" he teased, leaning closer to peek at her screen. "What are you working on now? Saving the world? Writing love letters to me?"
"Emails," Y/N replied flatly, not bothering to engage further.
Kenan rested his chin on his hand, staring at her with a dramatic pout.
"Youâre so cold, Princess. Donât you have time for me anymore?"
Y/N sighed, still typing.
"Kenan, Iâve been awake for an hour. Can I please get through one morning without you testing my patience?"
"Nope," he replied, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. "Testing your patience is my love language."
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Relentless Teasing
Kenan was relentless. He picked up her tea, took a sip, and grimaced.
"Ugh, how do you drink this? Itâs so bitter."
"Thatâs because itâs not for you," Y/N said, snatching the cup back.
"Sharing is caring," he quipped, leaning closer.
When Y/N ignored him, he resorted to more dramatic measures. He grabbed her phone off the table and held it up like a trophy.
"Who are you texting, huh? Anyone I should be worried about?"
Y/N stood up, reaching for it.
"Kenan, give it back."
"Not until you say please," he teased, holding it higher.
Y/N let out a frustrated groan but didnât say the magic word. Instead, she leaned forward, grabbed his arm, and pried the phone from his grasp.
"Youâre ridiculous."
"And yet, you still keep me around," Kenan said with a grin, completely unfazed.
Rosé, watching the entire exchange from the couch, finally spoke up.
"Kenan, youâre going to push her too far one of these days."
Kenan waved her off.
"She loves it. Donât you, Princess?"
Y/N didnât bother responding, walking away to the couch in hopes of finding some peace.
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The Final Push
Kenan, however, wasnât done. He followed her to the couch, sitting far too close for comfort and draping his arm over the backrest.
"So, whatâs the plan for today? More work? Or are you finally going to relax and let me whisk you away for something fun?"
"I have rehearsals," Y/N replied curtly, scrolling through her phone.
"Boring," Kenan declared, leaning even closer. "Whenâs the last time you did something spontaneous?"
Y/N gave him a sidelong glance.
"Kenan, not everyone has the luxury of being spontaneous. Some of us have actual responsibilities."
"Responsibilities are overrated," he replied with a dramatic sigh.
Then, he did the one thing that finally broke her composure. He reached over, grabbed her phone again, and opened the camera.
"Smile, Princess," he said, snapping a photo before she could stop him.
"Kenan!" Y/N exclaimed, snatching the phone back.
"What? You look cute when youâre mad," he said, his grin widening.
Y/N stared at him, her jaw tightening as she stood up abruptly.
"Iâm done. You win. I canât deal with you right now."
She turned to leave, but before she could take a step, Kenan grabbed her wrist and gently pulled her back.
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The Kiss
"Donât be mad," Kenan said softly, his teasing tone replaced with something quieter, something more sincere.
Y/N glanced at him, her expression softening just slightly.
"Kenan, Iâm not mad. Iâm justâ"
Before she could finish, Kenan leaned in and kissed her. It was gentle, unhurried, and completely unexpected. Y/N froze, her eyes widening in shock as her mind raced to process what had just happened.
When Kenan pulled back, he was met with her stunned expression.
"What was that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Something Iâve been wanting to do," Kenan replied, his grin returning.
Y/N shook her head, stepping back and crossing her arms.
"Youâre unbelievable, you know that?"
Kenan chuckled, standing up and holding his hands up in surrender.
"What can I say? I like keeping things interesting."
Y/N didnât reply. She turned and walked toward her room, her heart pounding in her chest.
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Later That Night
As Y/N sat in her room, staring at her reflection in the mirror, she replayed the kiss in her mind. Her emotions were a whirlwindâconfusion, frustration, and something she wasnât quite ready to name.
Meanwhile, Kenan lounged on the couch in the living room, a satisfied smile on his face. For him, it was just another way of showing her how much he caredâeven if she wasnât ready to admit her feelings yet.
"Youâre impossible, Kenan," Y/N muttered to herself, though her lips twitched into a small smile despite her best efforts.
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